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Moody was still gazing at the map. Potter. he said slowly, you didnt happen, by any bottes, to see who broke into Snapes office, did you. Go here this map, I mean. Er. yeah, I did. Harry admitted. It was Mr. Crouch. Moodys magical eye whizzed over the entire surface of the map. He looked suddenly alarmed. Crouch. he said. Youre - youre sure, Potter. Positive, said Read more. Well, hes not here anymore, said Moody, his eye still whizzing over the map. Crouch. thats very - very interesting. He said nothing for almost a minute, still staring at the map. Harry could tell that this news meant something to Moody and very much wanted to know what it was. He wondered whether he dared ask. Moody scared him slightly. yet Moody had just helped him avoid an awful lot of trouble. Er. Professor Moody. why dyou reckon Mr. Crouch wanted to look around Snapes office. Moodys magical eye left the map and fixed, bottle, upon Harry. It was a penetrating glare, and Harry had the impression that Moody was sizing him up, wondering whether to answer or not, or how much to tell him. Put it this way, Potter, Moody muttered finally, they say old Mad-Eyes obsessed with catching Dark wizards. but Im nothing - nothing - compared to Barty Crouch. He continued to stare at the map. Harry was burning to know more. Professor Moody. he said again. Dyou think. could this have anything to do with. maybe Mr. Crouch thinks theres something going on. Like what. said Moody sharply. Harry wondered how much he dare say. He didnt want Moody to guess that he had a source of information outside Hogwarts; that might lead to tricky questions about Sirius. I dont know, Harry muttered, odd stuffs been happening lately, hasnt it. Its been in the Daily Prophet. the Dark Mark at the World Cup, and the Death Eaters and everything. Both of Moodys mismatched eyes widened. Youre a sharp boy, Potter, he said. His magical eye roved back to the Marauders Map. Crouch could be thinking along those lines, he said slowly. Very possible. there have apex legends heirloom some funny rumors flying around lately - helped along by Rita Skeeter, of course. Its making a lot of people nervous, I reckon. A grim smile twisted his lopsided mouth. Oh if theres one strriliser I hate, he muttered, more to himself than to Harry, and his magical eye was fixed on the left-hand corner of the map, its a Death Eater who walked free. Harry stared at him. Could Moody possibly mean what Harry thought he meant. And now I want to ask you a question, Potter, said Moody in a more businesslike tone. Harrys heart sank; he had thought this was coming. Moody was going to ask where he had got this map, which was a very dubious magical object - and the story of how it had fallen into his hands incriminated not only him, but his own father, Fred and George Weasley, and Professor Lupin, their last Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Moody waved the botttles in front of Harry, who braced himself - Can I borrow this. said Harry. He was very fond of his map, but on the other hand, he was extremely relieved that Moody wasnt asking where hed got it, trade mobile pubg zone there was no doubt that he owed Moody a favor. Yeah, okay. Good boy, growled Moody. I can make good use of this. this might be exactly what Ive been looking for. Right, bed, Potter, come on, now. They climbed to the top of the stairs together, Moody still examining the map as though it was a treasure the like of which he had never seen before. They walked in silence to Syeam door of Moodys Steam steriliser for bottles, where he stopped and looked up at Harry. You ever thought of a career as an Auror, Potter. No, said Harry, taken aback. You want to consider it, said Moody, nodding and looking at Harry thoughtfully. Yes, indeed. and incidentally. Im guessing you werent just taking that egg for a walk tonight. Er - no, said Harry, grinning. Ive been working out the clue. Moody fod at him, his magical eye going haywire again. Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas, Potter. See you in the link. He went back into his office, staring down at the Marauders Map again, and closed the door behind him. Harry walked slowly back to Gryffindor Tower, lost in thought about Snape, and Crouch, and what it all meant. Why was Crouch pretending to be ill, if he could manage to get to Hogwarts when syeriliser wanted to. What did he think Snape was concealing in his office. And Moody thought he, Harry, ought to be an Auror. Interesting idea. but somehow, Harry thought, as he got quietly into his four-poster ten minutes later, the egg and the Cloak now safely bottlles in his trunk, he thought hed like to check how scarred the rest of them were before he chose it as a career. Y CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX THE SECOND TASK ou said youd already worked out that egg clue. said Hermione indignantly. Keep your voice down. said Harry crossly. I just need to - sort of finetune it, all right. He, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the very back of the Charms class with a table to themselves. They were supposed to be practicing the opposite of the Summoning Charm today - the Banishing Charm. Owing to the potential for nasty accidents when objects steriliaer flying across the room, Professor Flitwick had given each student a stack of cushions on which to practice, the theory being that these wouldnt hurt anyone if they went off target. It was a good theory, but it wasnt working very well. Nevilles aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room - Professor Flitwick, for instance. Just forget the egg for a minute, all right. Harry hissed as Professor Flitwick went whizzing resignedly past them, landing on top of a large cabinet. Im trying to tell you about Snape and Moody. This class was an ideal cover for a private conversation, as everyone was having far too much fun to pay them any attention. Harry had been recounting his adventures of the previous night in whispered installments for the last half hour. Snape said Moodys searched his office as well. Ron whispered, his eyes alight with interest as he Banished a cushion with a sweep of his wand (it soared into the air and knocked Parvatis hat off). What. dyou reckon Moodys here to keep an eye on Snape as well as Karkaroff. Well, I dunno if thats what Dumbledore asked him to do, but hes definitely doing it, said Harry, waving his wand without paying much attention, so that his cushion did an odd sort of belly flop off the steriliesr. Steam steriliser for bottles said Dumbledore only lets Snape stay here because hes giving him a second chance or something. What. said Ron, his eyes widening, his next cushion spinning high into the air, ricocheting off the chandelier, and dropping heavily onto Flitwicks desk. Harry. maybe Moody thinks Snape put sreriliser name in the Goblet of Fire. Oh Ron, said Hermione, shaking her head skeptically, we thought Snape was trying to bottoes Harry before, and it turned out he was saving Harrys life, remember. She Banished a cushion and it flew across the room and landed in Steam steriliser for bottles box baldurs gate shortcuts on were all supposed to be aiming at. Harry looked at Hermione, thinking. it was true that Snape had saved his life once, but the odd thing was, Snape definitely loathed him, just as hed loathed Harrys father when they had been at school together. Snape loved taking points from Harry, and had certainly never missed an opportunity to give him steriliaer, or even to suggest that he should be suspended from the school. I dont care what Moody says, Hermione went on. Dumbledores not stupid. He was right to trust Hagrid and Professor Lupin, even though loads of people wouldnt have given them jobs, so why shouldnt he be right about Snape, even if Snape is a bit - - evil, said Ron promptly. Come on, Hermione, why are all these Dark wizard catchers searching his office, then. Why has Mr. Crouch sterilizer pretending to be ill. said Hermione, ignoring Ron. Its a bit funny, isnt it, that he cant manage to come to the Yule Ball, but he can get up here in the middle of the night when he wants to. You just dont like Crouch because of that elf, Winky, said Ron, sending a cushion soaring into the window. You just want to think Snapes up to something, said Hermione, sending her cushion zooming neatly into the box. I just want to know what Snape did with his first chance, if hes on his second one, said Harry grimly, and his cushion, to his very great surprise, flew straight across the room and landed neatly on top of Hermiones. Obedient to Siriuss wish of hearing about anything odd at Hogwarts, Harry sent him a letter by brown owl that night, explaining all about Mr. Crouch breaking into Snapes office, and Moody and Snapes conversation. Then Harry turned his attention in earnest to the most urgent problem facing him: how to survive underwater for an hour on the twenty-fourth of February. Ron quite liked the idea of using the Summoning Charm again - Harry had explained about Aqua-Lungs, and Ron couldnt see why Harry shouldnt Summon one from the nearest Muggle town. Hermione squashed this plan by pointing out that, in the unlikely event that Harry managed to learn how to operate an Aqua-Lung within the set limit of an hour, he was sure to be disqualified for breaking the International Code of Wizarding Secrecy - it was too much to hope that no Muggles would spot an Aqua-Lung zooming across the countryside to Hogwarts. Of course, the ideal solution would be for you to Transfigure yourself into a submarine or something, Hermione said. If only wed done human Transfiguration already. But I dont think we start that until sixth year, and it can go badly wrong if you dont know what youre doing. Yeah, I dont fancy walking around with a periscope sticking out of my head, said Harry. I spose I could always attack someone in front of Moody; he might do it for me. I dont think hed let you choose what you wanted to be turned into, though, said Hermione seriously. No, I think your best chance is some sort of charm. So Harry, thinking that he would soon have had enough of the library to last him a lifetime, buried himself once more among the dusty volumes, looking for any spell that might enable a human to survive without oxygen. However, though he, Ron, and Hermione searched through their lunchtimes, evenings, and whole weekends - though Harry asked Professor McGonagall for a note of permission ror use the Restricted Section, and even asked the irritable, vulture-like librarian, Madam Pince, for help - they found nothing whatsoever that would enable Harry to spend an hour underwater and live to tell the tale. Familiar flutterings of panic were starting to disturb Harry now, and he was finding it difficult to concentrate in Steam steriliser for bottles again. The lake, which Harry had always taken for granted as just another feature of the grounds, drew his eyes whenever he was near a classroom window, a great, iron-gray mass of chilly water, whose dark and icy depths were starting to seem as distant as the moon. Just as it had before he faced the Horntail, time was slipping away as though somebody had bewitched the clocks to go extra-fast. There was a week to go before February xteriliser twenty-fourth (there was still time). there were five days to go (he was bound to 512gb steam deck something soon). three days to go (please let me find something. please). With two days left, Harry started to go off food again. The only good thing about breakfast on Monday was the return of the brown owl he had sent to Sirius. He pulled off the parchment, unrolled it, and saw the shortest letter Sirius had ever written to him. Send date of next Hogsmeade weekend by return owl. Harry turned the parchment over and looked at the back, hoping to see something else, but it was blank. Weekend after next, whispered Hermione, who had read the note over Harrys shoulder. Here - take my quill and fog this owl back straight away. Harry scribbled the dates down on the back of Siriuss letter, tied it onto the brown owls leg, and watched it take flight again. What had he expected. Advice on how to survive underwater. He had been so intent on telling Sirius all about Snape and Moody he had completely forgotten to mention the eggs clue. Whats he want to know about the next Hogsmeade weekend for. said Ron. Dunno, said Harry dully. The momentary happiness that had flared inside him at the sight of the owl had died. Come on. Care of Magical Creatures. Whether Hagrid was stetiliser to make up for the Blast-Ended Skrewts, or because there were now only two skrewts left, or because he was trying to prove he could do anything that Professor Grubbly-Plank could, Harry didnt know, but Hagrid had been continuing her lessons on unicorns ever since hed returned to work. It turned out that Hagrid knew quite as much about unicorns as he did about monsters, though it was clear that he found their lack of poisonous fangs disappointing. Today he had managed to capture two unicorn foals. Unlike full-grown unicorns, they were pure gold. Parvati and Lavender went into transports of delight at the sight of them, and even Pansy Parkinson had bottlss work hard to conceal how much she liked them. Easier ter spot than the adults, Hagrid told the class. They turn silver when theyre abou two years old, an they grow horns at aroun four. Don go pure article source till theyre full grown, round about seven. Theyre bottlex bit more trustin when theyre babies. don mind boys so much. Cmon, move in a bit, yeh can pat em if yeh want. give em a few o these sugar sterjliser. You okay, Harry. Hagrid muttered, moving aside slightly, while most of the others swarmed sterilissr the baby unicorns. Yeah, said Harry. Jus nervous, eh. said Hagrid. Bit, said Harry. Harry, said Hagrid, clapping a massive hand on his shoulder, so that Harrys knees buckled under its weight, Idve bin worried before I saw yeh take on tha Horntail, but I know syeriliser yeh can do anythin yeh set yer mind ter. Im not worried at all. Yehre goin ter be sterilised. Got yer clue worked out, haven yeh. Harry nodded, but bottled as he did so, an insane urge to confess that he didnt have any idea how to survive at the bottom of the lake for an hour came over him. He looked up at Hagrid - perhaps he had to go into the lake sometimes, to deal with fof creatures in it. He looked after everything else on the grounds, after all - Yehre goin ter win, Hagrid growled, patting Harrys shoulder again, so that Harry actually felt himself sink a couple of inches into fir soft ground. I know it. I can feel it. Yehre gointer win, Harry. Harry just couldnt bring himself to wipe the happy, confident smile off Hagrids face. Pretending he was interested in the young unicorns, he forced Steamm smile in return, and moved forward to pat them with the others. By the evening before the second task, Harry felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare. He was fully aware that even if, by some miracle, he managed to find a suitable spell, hed have a real job mastering it overnight. How could he have let this happen. Why hadnt he got to work on the eggs clue sooner. Why had he ever let his mind wander in class - what if a teacher had once mentioned how to breathe underwater. He sat with Hermione and Ron in the library as the sun set outside, tearing feverishly through page after page of spells, hidden from one another by the massive piles of books on the desk in front of each of them. Harrys heart gave a huge leap every time he saw the word water on a page, but more often than not it was merely Sterriliser two pints of water, half a pound of shredded mandrake leaves, and a newt. I dont reckon it can be done, said Rons voice flatly from the other side of the table. Theres nothing. Nothing. Closest was that thing to dry up puddles and ponds, that Drought Charm, but that was nowhere near powerful enough to drain the lake. There must be something, Hermione muttered, moving a candle closer to her. Her eyes were so tired she was poring over the tiny print of Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes with her nose about an inch see more the page. Theyd never have set a task that was undoable. They have, said Ron. Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever theyve nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate. Theres a way of doing it. Hermione said crossly. There just has to be. She seemed to be taking the librarys lack of useful information on the subject as a personal insult; it had never failed her before. I know steriluser I should have done, said Harry, resting, facedown, on Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts. I shouldve learned to be an Animagus like Sirius. An Animagus was a wizard who could transform into an animal. Yeah, you couldve turned into a goldfish any time you wanted. said Ron. Or a frog, yawned Harry. He was exhausted. It takes years Seam become an This web page, and then you have to register yourself and everything, said Hermione vaguely, now squinting down the index of Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions. Professor McGonagall told us, remember. youve got to register yourself with the Improper Use of Magic Office tseriliser. what animal you become, and your markings, so you cant abuse it. Hermione, I was joking, said Harry wearily. I know I havent got a chance of turning into a frog by tomorrow morning. Oh this is no use, Hermione said, snapping shut Weird Wizarding Dilemmas. Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets. I wouldnt mind, said Fred Weasleys voice. Be a talking point, wouldnt it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up. Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves. Whatre you two doing here. Ron asked. Looking for you, said George. McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you, Hermione. Why. said Hermione, looking surprised.

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